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Interested In:
Just looking around
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Member Since:
Apr 2003
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Hometown:
Huntington Beach, CA
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Company:
Fantagraphics Books, Inc.
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Eric's URL:
http://profiles.friendster.com/75941
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Other education:
UC Irvine
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College/University:
University of California - Irvine, Attended 1989 - 1993, Class of 1994, Bachelor's Degree, English
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Occupation:
Urology Clinic Taste Tester
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Affiliations:
Royal Order of Oppofordism, Official Order of Ribbonmen, The Hermetic Order of the Golden Dawn, Kiwanis, and the Modern Woodmen of America
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What I enjoy doing:
Infotainment, Parisian shoestrings, hitchhiking, baby dangling, ghostbusting, and quantum mechanics.
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Favorite Books:
Anything with pictures.
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Favorite Movies:
Anything by Luis Bunuel, Sergio Leone, and the great John Hughes.
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Favorite Music:
I love me some orchestras: The New York Philharmonic, Electric Light Orchestra, Paul Whiteman's Orchestra, Orchestral Maneuvers In the Dark, etc.
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Favorite TV Shows:
Who Wants to Explore Their Sexuality With An Hermaphroditic Millionaire?
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About Me:
I am full of beans and benevolence. And a sad dilletante.
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Who I Want to Meet:
A cross between Vaclav Havel, Brian Wilson, W. C. Fields and my
mother.
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too much of a pussy.
Please, please, stop your acrobatic routines, as
they ALWAYS only end up hurting others. I
think you are a fine fellow, though at times
your perversions frighten me. Our hasty
meetings have only come to impress upon me
your hatred for all of humankind (or wait -
that might be MINE).
But it's just all so wonderful, and I can relate
just a *bit* too much.
Oh well.
unparalled in clown history.
comics. If you don't believe me, just
ask Jack Kamen.
sad part is, he's only four years older than me.
rad.
Sometimes surfing submerges on the
surface of his mighty pen.
Frankly fantagraphics forgot,
Eric's artwork is fuckin hot.
of the balding red-headed gentleman
with the beer -- is accurate. Others
will tell you otherwise, but no, lies,
lies and mistruths. 'Twas once
different, I admit, oh yes. In the
days when such a declaration was not
seen as tasteless, he would be
wandering down and around somewhere in
Seattle on business -- you know,
finding lost artists under floorboards
and insisting that the world really did
need all their obscure marginilia
collected in new editions on acid-free
paper -- and while that was happening,
hordes, HORDES of screaming young
things would be following him insisting
he was Kurt Cobain. Oh, how he could
have loved them all if he wanted to,
fed on a diet of coffee injected
straight into his big warm heart. But
no, he was kind, and sent them home
dejected but aware they had been
touched by a greater sort of love. And
yet now it has come to this, the
portrait of a drunk clown. But it's
about time, really. If you ever saw
the caricature of me with those bugged-
out eyes and flailing tongue, you'd
know why.
of my best friends in the universe. He
tricked me into thinking that comix
artists have social skills. He's force-
fed me a diet of Fantagraphics material
until I became hopelessly addicted.
He's funny, smart, possesses a rapier
wit, and draws some twisted shit. He
rules.
just don't have the heart to tell him
otherwise.